Upon hearing Ruhou's words, the Federal President's pupils constricted, his expression turned fierce, and his arm, which had been resting on the table, instantly fell to the table, his fingers digging into it: "Ruhou, how can you ignore me? You said that I would remain president until I'm at least 260 years old!"
“I’m only 195 years old now, and I still have sixty or seventy years to go before I turn 260. I don’t want to step down from the presidency. I don’t want to. Ruhou, I know you’re smart. You have a way. You must have a way to protect me, right? Right?”
Ruhou's fair, bloodless hand landed on the teapot, picked it up, and poured a cup of cold tea: "Your Majesty, I am just a law-abiding citizen, an ordinary citizen among ordinary citizens. What good can I do?"
"As the saying goes, if you're not in a position, you shouldn't meddle in its affairs. I have no way to help you. If you want to protect yourself, find someone else. Don't waste your time on me. I really have no other options!"
The federal president, driven by a thirst for power and madness, said, "Ruhou, how could you not have a way? I know you must have a way, you must have one."
"Just like before, just like countless times before, you always manage to pull me out of danger, give me the highest approval rating, and keep me firmly in the position of Federal President!"
"I believe in you this time too, Ruhou. I trust you, don't let me down. I trust you so much, please don't let me down!"
Ru Hou pushed the poured cold tea towards the Federal President. Compared to the Federal President's irritability, impatience, and madness, he was as calm as the cold tea in the teapot, settled and no longer boiling. He needed no praise, just a cup of cold tea: "Your Majesty, it's dry and hot. Please have a cup of tea to cool down your heart and temper before you leave. I really can't do anything about it. Please don't make things difficult for me."
"You have a way, you definitely have a way!" The federal president was furious. He reached out and swept the teacup in front of him away. The teacup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces with a crash, splashing reddish-brown tea all over the floor.
Ruhou: "..."
The nearly 200-year-old man in front of me couldn't understand what he was saying.
So he should shut up?
"Smack!"
Seeing that he didn't speak, the Federal President slammed his hand on the table, his crazed eyes staring straight at Ruhou, and said through gritted teeth, "Ruhou, have you forgotten that you are where you are today, able to live in such a big house, and afford so many antiques, all because of me?"
"If it weren't for me supporting you with money and protecting you with my power, a commoner like you, a lowly person, would have died in some remote corner long ago."
"I'm giving you face now, trying to reason with you, but you're shameless and want to tear things apart with me. You've had your fun for too long and have forgotten about me, your provider and protector!"
Ruhou's gaze fell on the reddish-brown tea soup on the ground. As if it couldn't hear the Federal President's words, it clicked its tongue and said, "President, this tea is an antique from more than 3,000 years ago. I usually can't bear to drink it. Since you've come, I brought it out to entertain you. Although it's cold, it's still a very good tea."
"And this teacup, it's also a couple thousand years old, worth at least three to five hundred thousand star coins, and you've just wasted it like this, what a pity, such a pity!"
Like a serene and unperturbed beast, the president's punch felt like hitting a soft cotton ball, failing to hurt anyone and even bouncing back.
This rebound was devastating, enraging the Federal President to the point that he was like a raging fire, uncontrollable. He jumped to his feet, pulled out his gun, and pointed it at Ruhou's head: "Ruhou, I begged you to come out of seclusion again and help me, but you have the means, yet you make excuses and refuse to help me, even turning me away. I think you're just being stubborn and asking for trouble!"
Ru Hou remained seated, ignoring the gun barrel pointed at his forehead. He lifted his eyelids, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Mr. President, you're using the idiom quite well. I'm just making excuses, I'm just refusing to listen to reason, so go ahead and shoot!"
The federal president trembled slightly at his fearlessness: "You..."
Ruhou's voice turned cold: "Shoot!"
The vast ocean of stars and the dazzling interstellar space—if one has worries and concerns in their heart, even the most beautiful scenery cannot capture their attention.
Jiang Si stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, one hand behind her back and the other against the glass, her fingers sliding across the glass.
Jiang Dandan: "..."
What is that lovely and charming auntie writing?
What are they commemorating?
Or is he casting a spell?
It makes perfect sense that a charming aunt who has lived for thousands of years would possess some magical powers, right?
Jiang Si slid her hand across the glass for a long time before suddenly stopping. Finally, she sat cross-legged on the ground, turned on her personal computer, projected the screen, and logged into the Federal Household Registration Network.
Jiang Dandan: "..."
Its lovely and charming auntie isn't drawing a spell.
It's writing people's names.
Jiang Dandan jumped onto Jiang Si's shoulder, sporting two cute little horns, and peered out at the holographic projection screen, asking in a childish voice, "Auntie, what are you doing?"
Jiang Si opened a second page, pulled out a second virtual keyboard, and entered the Troia Empire's household registration system. She said to Jiang Dandan, "Stinky Egg, I know you have inherited memories, so typing a name is a piece of cake for you. Come on, find me someone named Raphael in the Troia Empire's household registration system!"
Jiang Dandan: "!!!!"
It was a pitiful, helpless little dragon cub that had just hatched a few days ago.
Why were we forced to take up jobs and work?
Employing child labor is illegal, but employing baby boys is even more illegal.
Alright, alright, for the sake of our adorable cub, and for the sake of someone inheriting the Troia Empire, even if it costs this dragon its life, it must find the villain.
Jiang Dandan and Jiang Si split up, one using the Chartroa Empire's household registration network and the other using the Chartroa Federation's household registration network.
We searched for each person and each dragon name individually. Once we found them, we took out all the people with the same name and searched again.
After eight hours of investigation, two people were identified. She looked at them; they were young and handsome, but their personalities didn't match.
The people in the laboratory have lived for 3,000 years, just like immortal vampires, living year after year, month after month, day after day.
A person who has lived for more than 3,000 years will have experienced the vicissitudes of life, the drying up of the sea and the decay of the rocks, the changes of the times, and the passing of countless lives. They will either develop a deep attachment to the world or a deep weariness towards it.
They are like bedbugs in a stinking ditch; they may seem to see the sunlight every day and bask in it, but... they remain pale and powerless.
They would never love this world, this place, or the people here; they would only despise this place.
I was searching in the wrong direction. My old friend changed his name. That makes sense, it's been over 3000 years, so there needs to be a change in identity and age.
If his identity and age didn't change, and the people of the Abel Galaxy knew that someone could live for over 3,000 years, he would probably have been dissected and dug out long ago.
"I'm standing here, letting you fire, and you don't dare to?" Ru Hou's deep voice carried a questioning tone: "Mr. President, didn't you say that I am where I am today because of you?"
"Shoot me, shoot me and kill me, then you'll take back everything you gave me! Shoot me, shoot me!"
The federal president was so frightened that he trembled twice, even the hand holding the gun shook uncontrollably, and his lips trembled as he opened his mouth: "Ruhou, do you really think I wouldn't dare to shoot you?"
Ruhou's not-so-red lips curled up, and he slowly stood up, supporting himself on the table.
The federal president panicked: "What are you doing? What are you doing?"
As if a mythical beast had turned its body to the side, it walked towards him.
The federal president, holding a gun to his forehead and standing on tiptoe, threatened him, "Don't come any closer, don't come any closer, if you come any closer I'm going to shoot, I absolutely will shoot."
As the beast's lips curled higher and higher, it drew closer and closer to him: "You wouldn't dare, Your Majesty, you wouldn't dare..."
"I dare! I dare!"
With a bang
A gunshot rang out.
The federal president's eyes widened as he stared at his empty hands, looking at Ruhou in shock and disbelief: "You..."
Ru Hou, holding the gun he had snatched from him, aimed it at the Federal President's other knee and fired another shot.
With a thud.
The federal president was struck on both knees and could no longer hold on. He collapsed to his knees before the beast, the blood from his knees staining the ground.
Ru Hou stretched out his long leg, hooked the stool next to him, sat down, and played with the gun in his hand, his smile sinister: "Mr. President, I told you you wouldn't dare to shoot, but you wouldn't believe me. You had to threaten me, saying you would shoot and kill me."
"Now, you're the one who got hurt, you're the one who knelt before me. Your life is in my hands. Don't worry, I'm not you, I'll show you mercy."
The federal president was in excruciating pain, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat. His old arms, legs, and body trembled so badly he could barely stand up straight: "Ruhou, I treated you like my own son, and this is how you treat me?"
As if hearing the biggest joke in the world, Ru Hou raised an eyebrow behind his glasses: "What did you say? You treat me like your own child? Did I hear that right? You want to be my father?"
The Federal President's face turned deathly pale, tinged with a hint of blue, after being choked by Ru Hou's words. He changed his tone, "Ru Hou, I've treated you well!"
"Yes, you've treated me well!" Ruhou both admitted and denied, reminded him and corrected him: "But your kindness is based on my value and my ability to give you advice. Otherwise, how could you possibly treat me well?"
"So, I'm the chief of your think tank, and you're the president of the federal government. We're in a relationship of mutual exploitation. Since it's a relationship of mutual exploitation, why are you telling me that we're not being unfair?"
"Indeed, greed is a common human trait. You've been president for decades, nearly a century, and you're still not satisfied. You still want to stay in power. But I clearly told you before not to be stingy with military spending. Approve what should be approved, give what should be given, and give what shouldn't be given."
"What's wrong with you? You say one thing to my face and another behind my back. You told me the military funding had been approved, but in reality, it hasn't been approved for more than half a year!"
"Without approving military spending or purchasing equipment, 150 million soldiers are left to fight bare-handed. Aren't other people's lives valuable?"
"So, dear President, you brought this upon yourself. It's not that I didn't offer you advice; it's all your own fault. You were so arrogant that you thought the Federation's technology, talent, and superhumans were superior to any other country."
"But you've forgotten that the Abel Galaxy has five major nations and many smaller nations on various planets. You think the Federation is impregnable and indestructible? P!"
"The Federation's technology is inferior to the Fourth Civilization, its generals are inferior to the Troia Empire, its population is inferior to the Zerg, its unity is inferior to the Merfolk, and its wealth is inferior to the Orcs!"
"That's it? That's it? And you're still so smug, thinking the Federation is thriving under your rule, that having 4 billion people is something special. You're arrogant, looking down on everyone, looking down on this person and that person. Seriously, who do you think you are, looking down on others like that!"
The federal president blushed and covered the pain in his knees. An old man who was nearly 200 years old reached out a trembling hand and supported Ruhou's knees: "Ruhou, I was wrong. Save me one more time. I will do whatever you say. I will do whatever you say."
“I’ll give them three times the military budget every year so they can buy equipment. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. I’ll listen to you completely!”
Ru Hou twirled the gun in his hand with almost superb skill: "My dear President, some things, some words, are meaningless if they're too late."
"That's life. Once you've made a choice, there's no going back. Besides, I've reminded you again and again, and I didn't do a good job of reminding you. Now the gun is in your leg, and you're the one in pain. You know you were wrong, so you have to listen to me completely."
Ruhou snorted coldly and pointed the gun in his hand at the nearly 200-year-old head in front of him: "You say you listen to me completely, as if I'm using you, as if you're my puppet."
"You'll never understand that using someone is using them, especially when you tear off the mask while using them. Once that happens, don't even think about making amends. You should think, it's either you die or I die!"
The federal president trembled, shook his head, filled with fear and pleading, "Like a Hou... No, no..."
As if a beast had pulled the silencer, it fired a shot without making a sound, piercing the skull of the nearly 200-year-old man in front of it.
The old man fell to the ground, blood splattered everywhere, his eyes wide open, lifeless, dying with his eyes wide open.
Ru Hou gracefully took out a white handkerchief, wiped the gun in his hand, and put the gun into the hand of the nearly 200-year-old man lying on the ground, creating the illusion that he was committing suicide with the gun, and dialed the police station's communication.
The red-browed ship was approaching Fugui Star when Jiang Si, dressed in a brightly colored dress, came out of her room and saw her adoptive parents squatting in the corridor outside her room.
There were fewer than 30 people, squatting in two rows, each one staring at their personal computers, their eyes wide like eggs.
As soon as she came out, about 20 people stood up and surrounded her. Gong Gong excitedly spoke first: "Girl, great news! The Federal President committed suicide at the home of his chief think tank member out of guilt. Gong Yingchuan is temporarily assuming the presidency. There is hope for finding your eldest son and my grandson!"
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